Chapter 460 Memories
"Hey, hey, why?" The child looked confused and said loudly, "You are not related to me, why do you give me a name?"

"I have my own name, so don't worry about it!"

"Also, stop teasing me." The child snorted, "I wanted to steal your things, and now you've caught me, I admit defeat."

"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"

"Don't be so excited."

Facing this stubborn child, Ze Yu just chuckled, shook his head, and ordered his men standing beside him: "Take Pichu's mother over and ask the best doctor to treat her."

The most direct way to deal with such a stubborn child is to ask a doctor to treat his sick mother.

"Yes." One of the two men who had brought the child up before stood up.

He responded respectfully and then retreated, apparently to do some work.

"Why are you……"

When the child heard Ze Yu's words, he was suddenly stunned and a little confused.

"Why are you helping me?" He said bewilderedly, "You know, I was planning to steal your food before..."

In this era, any piece of food is precious. Even if you throw the cheapest piece of black bread onto the street, a group of homeless people will rush to grab it.

As for the delicacies enjoyed by the rich, they are even more expensive. The price of a dinner alone is enough to make many poor people envious.

To put it more bluntly, in the eyes of this little boy, even if he were sold, the price would still be far less than the cost of the ingredients in the kitchen of this castle.

Just based on his behavior of wanting to steal these ingredients, he could understand even if the good-looking blond noble got furious and wanted to kill him.

However, the blond nobleman never got angry from beginning to end. He always had a calm and gentle attitude and was exceptionally gentle.

He was so gentle, completely different from those arrogant nobles.

Ever since the child was brought up, he has confronted the blond noble several times.

But the blond noble was not angry. Instead, he ordered his men to bring the child's mother over and ask a doctor to treat her.

This kid... should be called 'Pichu' now. He said he couldn't understand the blond noble's thoughts.

Why would this wealthy noble do this? Is this reasonable?
Why would he be so nice to a poor kid like me? It couldn't be that he was greedy for something from me, right?

This is impossible. There are a lot of kids like him on the street. They are not rare at all.

In the eyes of the nobles, children like Pichu from poor families are of no value at all.

Who would pay a price for something that has no value?

Even for wealthy nobles, hiring a doctor to treat an illness is just a trivial expense and not worth mentioning at all, but Pichu still couldn't understand it.

Seeing Pichu's puzzled look, Ze Yu smiled and said softly: "I think you are very good."

"Follow me."

Ze Yu rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, supported his chin, and smiled: "You don't seem to trust me very much."

"But as long as you choose to stay by my side, I will let you know what kind of person I am."

.........

In a villa by the sea.

Pichu quietly looked at the sunflowers on the table. The sunlight shining on the sunflowers made the flowers look particularly bright and exuded a faint floral fragrance.

Pichu's eyes were tinged with memories.

Soon after, his memories came to an end. Pichu came back to his senses, a smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Even now when he recalls the scene of his meeting with his husband, he still feels magical.

In Pichu's opinion, being able to meet Mr. is his greatest luck.

If it weren't for you, sir, I would have turned into a pile of bones long ago, right?
Just like the sunflower on the table, no matter how beautifully it blooms now, it will gradually wither and die one day.

.........

"A-choo!" Ze Yu couldn't help but sneeze, rubbed his nose, and thought strangely: "Who is thinking about me?"

Ze Yu has a very good physical condition and it is impossible for him to catch a cold, so once he sneezes, it means someone is thinking about him.

This is not a joke. Ze Yu's intuition and perception are very strong. If someone really thinks about him, he will definitely feel it.

However, it is difficult for Ze Yu to judge who the other party is.

Unless he covers the entire world with his 'electromagnetic induction field', he won't know who is secretly missing him.

"Forget it, never mind."

Unable to figure out who the other person was, Ze Yu simply didn't bother to think about it anymore and chose to give up thinking.

He never thought that it was his little follower who missed him in his heart after receiving the gift.

The reason is simple. Even though Pichu has been with him for three hundred years, Ze Yu often ignores him.

After all, Ze Yu changes his bodyguards every once in a while. Although Pichu has been with him for three hundred years, in fact, even Pichu has not been with Ze Yu as a follower for that long.

In addition, since Pichu matured, it has lost the liveliness of its childhood and has become somewhat taciturn, like a little transparent person.

This also leads to a problem, Zeyu often ignores the little transparent Pikachu.

It's just a small problem and Ze Yu doesn't care.

Who asked Pichu to be so silent and have such a low sense of presence after growing up?

Since his presence is so low, it is normal for Ze Yu to habitually ignore him.

Ze Yu would only think of this guy when he had a mission to complete.

As for this time, it was completely an exception.

Who made Ze Yu unable to give the flower in his hand? He could only give it to Pichu, a little transparent person with no sense of existence.

"By the way, Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."

Sawaha stood in the yard of Dr. Agasa's house, looked up at the sky, and talked to himself.

Although it was daytime and the moon was not visible, it did not stop him from standing there in a daze.

Calculating the time, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is almost here, I'm really looking forward to it.

Don’t ask Ze Yu how he calculates time. He has his own way of calculating time.

All in all, Ze Yu had only one thought: Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and it was time to eat mooncakes.

Speaking of which, although the habit of appreciating the moon is retained in the island country, they do not celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only the Chinese celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Moreover, Japanese people don’t eat mooncakes.

But Ze Yu is not an islander, he still retains the habit of eating moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(End of this chapter)